Paranormal, Miss Nose (Osa Seitseman)

The color glints off the table from the stained windows behind Miss Nose. She is wishing now she never would have come, but something pulls at her every time. Maybe it is the reporter in her. Her mother always called her Miss Nosey Nose. Her mother thought her being curious and inquisitive are issues that needed to be taken care of. Her mother found it befitting to always inform her of a cat’s curiosity and how the cat ends up dead at the end. Miss Nose was blessed with logic though. If you think about why the cat ends up dead, you see it had something to do with a logic. If a cat chases a rabbit and doesn’t see a hole, falls into the hole, and breaks a leg, well, that is logic. If a cat is climbing a tree, a branch breaks, and they fall on the branch, well, that is logic. It had nothing to do with curiosity! But it did have to do with logical deductions. Branches break and sometimes there are holes where you are running or walking. You can’t blame twisting your heel on curiosity.

Now the time has come for an explanation. Miss Nose takes a deep breath in and exhales slowly as Kendrick starts, “You see Emmy, we all have a common issue. Caroline, Patrick, and I have received packages, letters, and phone calls from very mysterious visitors.” Miss Nose was going to say something about the letters and such when Kendrick held up his paw to shush her. “Listen to me first, ok?” Miss Nose nodded. “The ‘visitors’ are dead relatives and friends. Or should I say, we are supposed to believe they are from our dead relatives and friends.”

Miss Nose made a face at Kendrick. Her eyebrows raised in suspicion and she wanted to drop her jaw in shock but instead locked it tight in a grimace. Kendrick could see the wheels going in her head. He knew he had her.

“Why don’t you ask the police to help you?” Miss Nose asked, “I am sure they could investigate and help you figure out who is sending you this stuff?”

“We did go to the police.” Kendrick stated. “They told us there was nothing they could do until we were harmed.”

Kendrick shrugged a bit and both Patrick and Caroline sighed. Miss Nose was puzzled as to why police would not investigate. She wondered if it was just something to not really worry about. She was about to interrogate him more when Kendrick started speaking again.

“I have some of the items. Patrick did you take yours here. Caroline, where are yours?”

“I did take mine.” Patrick said, “And the ones my wife got.”

“I took the ones I got and the ones that came in for my son. Who would send this stuff to a baby?” Caroline looked like she wanted to cry.

All three got up from the table and disappeared. Miss Nose poured herself another cup of coffee and sat back. She was thinking. She knew she couldn’t really decide a course of action until she got all the information from the three of them. She started to wonder how many other people where in the same boat. She started thinking she could write an amazing article about this for the paper and maybe others would come forward. Miss Nose’s eyes started to hint at a breakthrough idea.